Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.